Forbidden Fruit

§† EIGHTEEN †§

              

Tareth approached Knight with a quiet expression. Ever since the smaller and younger Wraith returned from the Queen's Hive, he had not spoken much. Knight refused to discuss what happened in his absence, other than admitting Tareth was right he should never have gone. The tall thin ClothMaker had warned him, they had no plan of action, no one to aid. Using the offer of the Architects latest achievement too soon, might ruin any future attempt to get close, Knight did not listen.

They had retreated to a little-known Worshiper colony, in an attempt to settle the Architects troubled mind. The eerie calm that constantly surrounded him, worried Tareth greatly. The ClothMaker in his vast and cunning wisdom, thought this tiny human village held the key to Knight's survival. When Tareth sat down quietly at the wooden table next to him, Knight just ignored him as usual.

"I am not here to speak. I think you have had enough of my word's, for now." Tareth signed tone-fully.

"Then why are you here? These Worshipers are better company." Knight lifted a glass to his lip's. Wraith had to drink a large amount of the human's nectar rather quickly, to feel it's effects before his system filtered it out. Knight had no intention of stopping for Tareth. When the taller Wraith stood up and put his hand over the glass to stop him, Knight turned cold and hissed viciously.

"We are not here so you can act like a weak human. This behavior does not befit any Wraith." Tareth tried to push the glass away. Knight griped it tightly and stood up with a warning growl. His chair fell backwards with a thud.

"She sent me away. She doesn't... What do you expect from me? She doesn't not want to leave him!" Knight focused his rage towards the tall thin Wraith next to him.

"There is someone else that need's you." Tareth pointed to something behind Knight and he spun around. At first, he did not see anything in the random crowd of Worshiper's.

"Is... that?" A rush of calm washed over him, followed by disbelief and confusion.

"She is strong, like her Sire. She will need your guidance. Don't ever forget, everything your mate has sacrificed unknowingly, ensures that child's survival." Tareth nodded for his Parvana to approach. She was carrying a small child in her arms, the girl seemed to be quite the hand full.

Jessy could hardly hang onto the child as she walked cautiously towards the two Wraith. As soon as she was close the child wiggled free of her arm's. Jessy looked exhausted when she failed to stop the young girl from running away. Knight just took one step into the child's path and she froze. The small child looked up at him with a smile and stretched out her arm's needfully.

"She wants you to pick her up." Jessy remarked with a smile, when the Wraith looked to her confused. He looked down and after a moment Knight picked the child up. "I call her trouble." Jessy giggled when the child tried to play with the Wraith's face.

The child reminded him greatly of Sinisa, even with her faintly visible Wraith trait's. The child's skin was a greyish tint with a slight pink hue. Her underdeveloped feeding hand, had potential but it was far too soon to know if the child would ever feed as he did. Her dark slotted eyes were the most obvious mix of genetics'; Wraith in appearance, human in color. The child's fire red hair was her own, it did not match Knights white hair or Sinisas original dark colored lock's. It made the infant look fierce, as she reached for his nose. Jessy smiled as she watched the smaller bulkier Wraith play with his child for the first time.

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With the Queen's return Sinisa fate twisted yet, again. Her duty as Hive's Truth-Seer remained unchanged, however the HiveMaster was absent from his own bed most nights. He would leave the white-haired female in his quarters, then disappear for most the evening. Sinisa often heard him enter the room and go straight into the bath, she never questioned him.